I always make plans to visit a club when I'm out for a night doing errands, or going to a business lunch. But I find myself often chickening out, driving past the club. It seems to take real will power for me to turn around and pull into the parking lot.
During the day, I always look at the cars in my rear view mirror, or worry about being seen walking into the club. Even when visiting at night, this fear is only slightly tempered.
I'd say about 50% of my plans come to naught, I come home early to the wife with a wallet full of 1s and 20s (and quickly return it to my stripper stash).
Is it guilt? Perhaps part of the appeal is thinking I'm doing something "wrong", although I fully rationalize it in my mind and would do so to my wife.
But when I do force myself to pull into the parking lot, as soon as I'm in the club, I quickly forget my hesitation. I LOVE FUCKING STRIP CLUBS! The smell, the vibe, the sights. Nothing beats seeing naked women and for a buck at the tip rail they will part their "lower lips".
Even skanky clubs have their appeal. There is something appealing about doing things that society deem "dirty". I have always been enamored with the idea of prostitution, although never engaging out of fear for my wife/family. This is as close as I can get to it.
And even without a release in the club, I always leave with a serene smile on my face. Even the smell on your clothes is a reminder of the beautiful women that just danced in your lap. I suppose it is just cheap perfume (or any perfume, other than what my wife uses), but "stripper smell" is the best. Reminds me of my teenager years and smelling my finger hours later after reaching second base with a first girlfriend.
I've gone 3 or 4 times in a week, and I've gone 6+ months between visits. But it never gets boring and I'm always excited to visit a new club or even an old favorite.
Tomorrow? Plans have been laid for an afternoon visit....

